“Princess Irina touched my ear!” Connie shuddered. Although Irina did not blow into her ear, she could already feel a tingling sensation, and she was very excited because her idol touched her ear. Such bliss!

  Princess Irina was more beautiful than she thought. Her exquisite features looked as though they were carved to perfection. She was more charismatic than any other woman she had seen before, and with her long silver hair falling like a waterfall naturally behind her, one could really say that she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

  Ever since she was young, Connie loved listening to stories about Princess Irina. Her love story with Alex, and all the astounding things that she had done before all became legends to be told in the Norland Continent.

  No one could overshadow her, not even Alex.

  She was still that elf princess, not just Alex’s woman.

  “If you like it, you can touch it all you want,” Connie said expectantly as she moved her ears closer to Irina with a blush.

  “Then I’ll go ahead.” Irina reached out to press Connie’s ear again. It was soft and warm, and every time she pressed on it, she would let out a little squeak. It was really quite fun.

  Mag raised his eyebrow. He looked at how Irina made Connie squeal and whimper, and he fell into deep thoughts. Something seemed off?

  Babla watched enviously as Irina caresses Connie. She had also become Irina’s die-hard fan.

  “Her Highness looks even more beautiful up close, just like a goddess.” Yabemiya looked at Irina enviously.

  “You’re a princess too. You don’t have to be envious of her,” Elizabeth whispered by Miya’s ear as she placed her hand gently on her shoulder.

  “I just want to be a server. I don’t think I can become a good princess.” Miya shook her head, but she did not look down. Instead, she seemed quite content.

  Elizabeth looked at Yabemiya, and a smile appeared on her icy face.

  “Where’s Little Bat?” After playing with Connie’s ears for a while, Irina started searching for Camilla.

  “Camilla said that she had something on tonight, so she wouldn’t be coming,” Babla answered.

  “I see.” Irina was still a little sorry for knocking her out before understanding the entire situation.

  Mag pushed out a little trolley from the kitchen, and put the pot in the middle of the table before calling everyone over to take their seats. “Alright, let’s eat. Let’s have hot pot first. After that, I’ll grill some kebabs for everyone.”


  “What’s this? Do you cook and eat it immediately?” Irina asked as she looked at the hot pot strangely.

  Firis and Shirley were also a little curious. They had yet to see the hot pot.

  “This is hot pot. When the soup in the pot comes to a boil, put the ingredients into the pot……” Mag took out the hot pot manual, and passed it to the three of them before explaining to them in detail how to eat hot pot.

  Where there was hot pot and barbeque, there had to be beer. There was a huge wooden keg at the side, and other than the four children, everyone’s mug was filled with beer.

  “Children can drink too in the orc tribe,” Connie protested as she shook the fruit juice in her cup.

  “Don’t you still have to ride at night to look for your master?” Mag put a done duck intestine in Amy’s bowl.

  “This amount of alcohol won’t affect my learning. I am a good drinker,” Connie declared.

  “I was referring to drunk driving.” Mag shook his head, and calmly said, “Safety first. You should not drink and drive.”


  Connie looked resentfully at Mag as she took a big sip of her fruit juice.

  Babla also drank her fruit juice. The fruit juice tasted better when there was someone drinking it with her.

  Mag cooked some tripes, and put them into Amy’s bowl.

  Irina, who was sitting beside Amy, glanced at the tripes, and then looked at Mag.

  Mag suddenly paused. He looked at Amy, and then at Irina. He could already feel a sense of jealousy.

  They had not publicly disclosed their identities, so it did not seem appropriate for him to cook tripe for Irina.

  However, it didn’t seem very appropriate for him to only cook the food for Amy……

  “Big Sister Irina hasn’t had hot pot before. Father, this tripe must be for her. I’ll help you pass it to her.” Amy, who was sitting between the two of them, picked the tripe up with her chopsticks and put it in Irina’s bowl. After that, she smilingly said, “Tripe is super delicious!”


  “Then I’ll have to thank Boss Mag for his hospitality,” Irina said to Mag with a smile as she emphasized the words “Boss Mag”.

  “You’re welcome.” Mag wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Luckily Amy was quick-witted. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have known how to clear up the mess.

  Amy glanced at Mag and gave him the I-can-only-help-you-so-much look.

  Mag was embarrassed. It was not his style to need a child to help him pick girls up.

  Irina tried the tripe. It was fragrant and spicy. The crunching sounds were like the beautiful music played by her teeth, bringing her immense satisfaction.

  “This tripe is delicious.”


  It was very thin, so she finished it quickly. Irina then looked at Mag expectantly.

  “I’ll teach you how to do it. Pick up a piece of tripe and put it in the boiling soup. Wait for one second, and lift it out of the soup. Cool it down for one second, and then put it back into the soup. Do this seven times, and that’s how you get the best out of the tripe.” Mag put the tripe into Irina’s bowl, and said, “Try it.”


  Irina put the tripe in her mouth, and enjoyed the sensation of the taste exploding on the tip of her tongue. She smiled with satisfaction and nodded. “Mm. It’s just as good. But I didn’t have a good look just now. Can you please show me again?”


  “In that case, I’ll have to show you again.” Mag smiled. He cooked another piece of tripe, and put it in Irina’s bowl.

  “How do you cook this, then?”


  “This is beef. Put this in the soup as well, but this takes a shorter time compared to tripe.”


  “What about this thing with holes?”


  “This is sliced lotus root. You need to cook this for a longer time.”


  ***

  Everyone sitting at the table watched with a weird expression as Mag taught Irina step by step, cooking all the ingredients on the table and putting them in her bowl.

  There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. One of them was a princess who never did things herself, while the other was a warm and welcoming restaurant owner.

  However……

  Connie turned and whispered to Babla, “Why do I smell a weird sour smell?”


  “I smell it too.” Babla nodded. She lowered her head to smell her dipping sauce. “Did I put too much vinegar[1]?”


  Mag put two slices of potatoes into Irina’s bowl with a smile, and asked, “Got it?”


  “Mm. I got it.” Irina took a bite of the potato and smiled with satisfaction. “But I think I’m full.”


  [1] Smelling vinegar refers to sensing jealousy.